Can You Hear Me Now? Jun 12, 2020 15:54:12 GMT -5 Roy Speede, “The RevolutiDaddy” Wesley, and 10 more like this
Post by Dandy DiVito on Jun 12, 2020 15:54:12 GMT -5
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Dandy held the night’s match card in his hands. He knew how big this moment could end up being for him, he understood the gravity of making his Action Wrestling debut, and he certainly grasped the seriousness of his post-match plans to stab his opponent in the head with a fork so that he could sign his Action Wrestling contract with blood.
Dandy DiVito vs Hannibal Hamilton
Dandy’s feelings gravitated between excitement and nervousness. He stared at the card like if his eyes moved away from it, his name would disappear from it entirely. Dandy was simply transfixed.
However, one thing struck him as he stared. Of all of the major names that appeared on the card, Roy Speede, the reigning Action Wrestling World Champion, just wasn’t there. The main event would decide Roy’s number one contender for the Carnage PPV, but Roy wasn’t even advertised to appear on the show. Dandy muttered to himself as he thought out loud..
“Huh. Roy Speede wearin’ the big belt but he too good for the show?”
As Dandy’s attention locked in on his thoughts while he continued looking at the card, a knock on the door broke his concentration. He did not look pleased with the development.
A confident, booming voice came through the door.
“The name’s Dionysus. I’m one of the Road Agents.”
“Fine. Come in.”
Dionysus opened the door to Dandy’s locker room and stepped inside.
“Whatchu want? You got somethin’ for me?”
“I wanted to drop by and offer you some advice on your first night here.”
“Da fuck?! You weasled yo’ ass inta my locker to gimme advice?!”
“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble, but I’m already hearing rumblings about your name here and you haven’t even stepped foot in a ring yet. Take what I have to say or leave it, but I’m going to say my peace.”
Dandy rolled his eyes.
“Get yappin’ so you can get steppin’, mo’fucka.”
“Your first promo rattled some folks. That’s good for you in some ways, sure. You turned heads. You got attention. But… and this is a big but... I hear you even got on the champ’s radar.”
“Why the fuck would that be a ‘but’?”
“It’s too damn early for you to be on Roy Speede’s radar, Dandy.”
Dandy furrowed his brow while looking at Dionysus incredulously.
“Man, they ain’t nobody I’m sweatin’ here. Ain’t afraid a’ the World Champ, the US Champ, or nobody else, man… But I gotta say, I am sure as shit curious... whatchu hearin’ about Roy’s reaction to my shit?”
Dionysus let out a sigh.
Dandy grew more frustrated.
“What the fuck is Roy sayin’?! Fuckin’ spill it or I ain’t makin’ no promises, damnit!”
“Fine. That’s not the point, but Roy’s... laughing at you.”
“You said you’re going to sign your contract with Hannibal Hamilton’s blood, right? Well, you already signed your contract. How the hell would you be booked if the company didn’t have a signed contract on file?”
“Is that what my lawyer had me sign? Fuck… Man, fuck it. I’m still stabbin’ that mo’fucka. Ain’t like the people know I signed already. I’m still puttin’ on a show tonight. Hell, if Roy was in the fuckin’ buildin’ tonight, maybe I’d just go fuckin’ stab that mo’fucka! Really plant my flag in this fuckin’ place.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“An’ why the fuck not?!”
“Simple answer? You’re just not ready for Roy Speede. Not now anyway. You’re a rookie. You’ve got promise, sure, but you have virtually no experience. It’s why you’re starting off against a guy like Hannibal Hamilton and not Roy himself. If you aim for Roy, you’ll be out of this place before you even have a chance to prove you belong here.”
“Man, fuck Roy Speede!”
“I get that that’s how you feel, but you have to remember Roy’s the first two-time AW World Champion for a reason. He calls himself the Silver Lining, but he’s really the Gold Standard. If you move on him, you’re done. Your AW career is over before it starts.”
“So what then? I just gotta sit on my fuckin’ hands an’ put my thumb up my ass while Roy out there yuckin’ it up wit’ whoever the fuck else lookin’ to giggle wit’ ‘im? Nah, man. That’s some shit. I’ma make some fuckin’ noise here, and I’ma make sure ol’ Roy hears me.”
“Just don’t go straight for him. That’s a fool’s errand.”
“Man, I know what the fuck I’m doin’.”
::-:: The Home of Roy Speede -- June 1, 2020 -- 9:42PM ::-::Emergency responder sirens scream through the otherwise still and serene night in Roy Speede’s peaceful neighborhood. Someone--maybe dozens of someones, maybe Roy himself-- called 911 after seeing Dandy DiVito stand outside of Roy’s house with a Molotov Cocktail, threatening to burn the place to the ground.
The sirens grow nearer and nearer until the first responding police car arrives on scene. Two cops burst out of the automobile, charging toward the front door of Roy’s house. The officers rush to the doorstep, and when they look down, both men immediately stop dead in their tracks and stare.
There’s where they find the Molotov bottle, a note resting up against it and it’s burning rag extinguished. One officer mutters to himself as he looks on in confusion: “What the fuck?”
The officer slips on a pair of nitrile gloves and squats down to grab the note. As he lifts the note to his eye level, he reads it.
Can you hear me now, Roy?
::-:: Corner of Minnehaha Ave and East Lake St, Minneapolis, MN --June 12, 2020 ::-::Dandy sits on the curb of the street corner outside of the burned husk of what used to be the 3rd Precinct of the Minneapolis Police Department. The camera is taking establishing shots of the precinct and the flag. A security fence sounds the facility to keep people out of the structurally unsound building. An American flag proudly waves in the breeze over the burned out police precinct, the flagpole securely tucked away and inside of the fence as a means of guarding the flag from the hands of those not approved to handle it. Dandy begins to speak off-camera.
“Given e’rything goin’ on right now, that bitch oughta be flyin’ upside down, yeah? Flyin’ a flag like that’s a sign of distress an’ danger, ain’t it? Feels wrong to see them stars on top right now.”
The camera shot pulls back to show Dandy staring dead into the camera.
“This is the kinda shit that happens when voices go unheard fo’ years. This is the kinda shit that happens when people feel like they been ignored an’ demonized an’ abused for generations. This is the kinda shit that happens when people gotta rise up to the mo’fuckas who think they at the top of the food chain, who think they fuckin’ untouchable an’ the people gotta tell them mo’fuckas to eat shit. The people who been rendered voiceless forever can’t just talk when you refuse to hear ‘em. Nah, when it comes to that fever pitch moment, that fuckin’ peak of tensions an’ pressure, the people gotta fuckin’ scream.”
Dandy smacks his lips and shakes his head, his non-verbals saying something like ain’t that a bitch.
“It’s fittin’ then that we here in the belly of the fuckin’ beast for Evolution. Fittin’ that this company is settin’ up shop in Minneapolis to put on the show of the fuckin’ year like the whole world over ain’t on fuckin’ fire ‘cause shit hit the fan one too many fuckin’ times just down the road from here. We gon’ go out an’ pretend that e’rything’s ok. Pretend that the world is fuckin’ normal. Pretend that all hell ain’t breakin’ loose an’ vulnerable mo’fuckas all over this city an’ the world jus’ want to be safe an’ happy. That’s what we do, right? Look aroun’, y’all. This fuckin’ company is full a’ mo’fuckas who think they job as a performer is to perform an’ get fans’ minds off all the things that happenin’ throughout the world. I know goddamn well that’s how a mo’fucka like Roy Speede’s lookin’ at the world, y’all. To somebody like Roy, showin’ up at a place like this is a gift to y’all. He out here thinkin’ he finna grace the people wit’ the glory of his presence.”
Dandy shakes his head in disgust.
“Well, Roy, you spent yo’ whole ass time in Action Wrestlin’ just servin’ yo’ own interests and ignorin’ anybody an’ e’rybody that ain’t just kissin’ yo’ whole asshole. You been showin’ up just fo’ paydays since right about when I walked through the fuckin’ door here. You just waltzin’ in to steal the fuckin’ spotlight from mo’fuckas who out here doin’ this job e’ry damn day, not ‘cause you love it or ‘cause you give a fuck about anything or anyone who stans yo’ ass. This whole fuckin’ time, you only wanted to be heard, but you ain’t had the time or willin’ness to hear nobody else out. Well, Roy, righ’ now? It’s fuckin’ time fo’ you to listen. Listen to the mo’fuckas you can’t exploit to get ahead. Listen to the mo’fuckas who ain’t rockin’ all them special perks yo’ ass got as a rich-ass, hall-of-fame white boy. Listen to… well, Roy… Listen to me.”
Dandy smirks and lets out a snicker.
“I guess, all things considered? It’s pretty fuckin’ poetic that I’m gearing up to take yo’ ass on at Evolution. My whole fuckin’ career in this bitch, I been buildin’ a resume fo’ the fuckin’ ages. I been outworkin’ mo’fuckas e’eryday since I walked in that door. I broken my body for this fuckin’ business mo’ times than I can count. I been ACTIVE in this bitch longer than the legendary Roy Speede been bothered to show up in the mo’fucka, an’ yet? What happens here? I work my ASS OFF to get that main event at Evolution. I sacrifice. I pour my soul out to make an opportunity. An’ in the end, all I get is fucked aroun’ by Camila. After e’rything I did to make sure I take care a’ my own shit, is Dandy in THE main event? Nah. Dandy just in “A main event”. What about Roy? How’d he get in this match? He took the route e’ry rich ass li’l white bitch took to success: he got handed somethin’ other mo’fuckas gotta work they ass off ta get. What’d Roy do over the past year to earn a fuckin’ main event at Evolution? He ain’t done shit but barely fuckin’ show up fo’ Havoc 2020 an’ fuckin’ lose his ass to FPV in another high profile match at last year’s biggest show of the year, Evolution 2. Is that all it takes? GREAT! If losin’ to FPV an’ bein’ forgettable as fuck in Havocmakes you an Evolution Main Eventer, why the fuck is Lezzie Hope an’ Vagina Dandy jerkin’ the curtain in some tag team clusterfuck? Ah, yeah. That’s right… Lady parts. But, shit, son, while she ain’t gettin’ that dick privilege, we all know Lezzie’s totin’ a bigger wang than Ol’ Roy any damn day a’ tha week.”
Dandy smiles mischievously.
“But this ain’t no measurin’ contest. No, no. It’s about fuckin’ justice. About mo’fuckas gettin’ what they due. At Evolution, Roy will get his fuckin’ come uppance. He’ll get the fuckin’ receipts fo’ e’ery goddamn offense he eva committed against decency an’ what’s right. I’ma be sure a’ that. This ain’t a battle for survival like I had last year wit’ Kids. This ain’t a battle ova the title like I had wit’ Lezzie. This ain’t a battle ova a jealous protege like I had wit’ A-Dick. Nah. This is different entirely. Wit’ Roy, this shit’s a battle fo’ the fuckin’ soul of what we fuckin’ do in this business. My war wit’ Roy is one I’m fightin’ wit’ a man who can’t be bothered to give no shits ‘bout nobody but he self. I’m a mo’fucka fo’ the people, an’ Roy’s a mo’fucka all fo’ his self. I show up e’ry fuckin’ week an’ I put in the fuckin’ work to entertain the folks who buyin’ our tickets an’ merch. Roy? Nah, man. That bitch is sittin’ at home cashin’ he royalty checks an’ lettin’ them moths eat up his gear that’s packed up and away in the farthest fuckin’ corner of one of the 37 closets he barely usin’ in his palatial fuckin’ estate. Man, I buy my fuckin’ shit off the rack. Roy? Custom made shit. My gear is the kinda shit any mo’fucka in the world can get he hands on for jus’ a li’l scratch. Roy’s? Yo’ ass’ll need a second fuckin’ mortgage to show up lookin’ like Roy. Roy Speede don’t give no shits ‘bout them li’l kids who dumb enough to love ‘em unless they talkin’ they equally stupid fuckin’ parents into buyin’ ‘em Roy’s shit from the fuckin’ toy store. Roy is ‘bout as real as Kim Kardashian’s plastic ass, an’ honestly, Roy’s ‘bout as happy as ol’ Kimmy’s plastic ass to do what he can to fuck the hell outta black folks, too. For the lawyer’s sake, I ain’t makin’ no official accusations, but let’s be real an’ call a spade a spade: Roy’s fan base is about as white as a fuckin’ Klan rally. A Roy Speede autograph signin’ brings in the same fuckin’ crowd as a JoJo Siwa concert. The only reason Roy is so happy to do them Make A Wish’es is ‘cause his fuckin’ fans are so goddamn annoyin’ an’ entitled that he can only make a connection to the mo’fuckas he know’s gonna die soon. Look, y’all, all I’m sayin’ is that Roy’s gotten away wit’ murder in his time in Action Wrestlin’. He been nothin’ but a self-servin’ an’ fake-as-fuck asshole who ain’t ‘bout to do a single damn thing in his life unless it specifically moves the needle in Ol’ Roy’s pocket book. But me? I fuckin’ do the shit I do ‘cause I fuckin’ love the game an’ I ain’t ‘bout to sacrifice the shit that matters jus’ to cash in. Fuck, man. Them Corona people come knockin’ on my door, tellin’ me I gotta be some fuckin’ fake mo’fucka to move they beer, and I told ‘em to roll they fat checkbook up and shove that sombith in they ass. He Roy ‘Where’s My Check’ Speede. Me? I’m Dandy ‘Go Fuck Yo’self’ DiVito. One a’ us has some fuckin’ principles, an’ one a’ us is Roy Speede.”
Dandy shakes his head in disappointment.
“Seems like the fans of Action Wrestlin’ are convinced that Roy’s comin’ into this match as the good guy, and it just don’t make no fuckin’ sense. What makes Roy a good guy? Honestly, ask yo’self. What the fuck convinces people he the man a’ the hour? Is it that he had a charity match at Evolution 2? The same fuckin’ charity match e’erybody in the world patted him on the back for doin’? The match he hyped up like a fuckin’ fiend to amp up his positive PR? The match where he showed that he either basically fucked off trainin’ OR proved his ass got older an’ slower when he proved he couldn’t be fuckin’ bothered to be ready to do the job he was paid to do as a goddamn fighter? Nah, man. That ain’t no good guy. A man who ain’t showin’ up to give his fuckin’ 110 percent e’ry fuckin’ time he in the fight or who be out there signin’ contracts fo’ shows he know he ain’t capable of showin’ up for like he usedta ain’t a good guy or even a fuckin’ man. Roy uses the stage this comp’ny gives him at his own fuckin’ leisure an’ only whenever he wants to publicly suck his own fuckin’ dick, and all the while, he expectin’ e’rybody to jus’ accept it an’ love ‘im for it. Well, Roy, I know yo’ ass is prolly watchin’ this promo an’ thinkin’ out loud ‘bUt dANdY, yOu dO aLL tHaT sHiT, tOO!’ An’, man, Roy, you mighta had a point if it wasn’t for one pretty fuckin’ important li’l thing: I ain’t never told nobody I’m a fuckin’ good guy. I ain’t never told no li’l kiddies that they can look up to me as a role model or a fuckin’ example. I ain’t never tried to convince the public I ain’t a fuckin’ flawed man. But you, Roy? Good god, mo’fucka. Your whole schtick is so fuckin’ sickly sweet, them li’l Make A Wish kiddies you visitin gonna get the diabetus on top of them cancers that’s already gonna shuffle ‘em off this fuckin’ world.”
Dandy throws his hands in the air as he shrugs.
“Roy, I ain’t nothin’ but me. I’m just sittin’ here the same man I always been: Dandy Fuckin’ DiVito, THE Action Wrestlin’ Original, the second longest reigning World Champion in the HISTORY of this fuckin’ comp’ny, and after Evolution, the latest mo’fucka to beat the legend Roy Speede at Evolution. E’ry fuckin’ day, I still hear that voice in my head that was there when I was just a fuckin’ pup in this business. That voice that tells me what matters, how to be, who the fuck I am. The only noise you hearin’, Roy, is that fuckin’ ‘cha-ching’ noise from an ol’ school cash register. Roy Speede can’t listen to nobody else, not even his own fuckin’ former self. No, no. A mo’fucka like Roy Speede just walks through the world thinkin’ he know e’rythin’ they is to know. He sure as shit looks at a mo’fucka like me me an’ think he know me, but that’s jus’ ‘cause Roy ain’t fuckin’ listening to what I been sayin’. Ol’ Roy don’t hear nothin’ that don’t confirm what he already think he know. Look at the world right now. Fuckin’ broken. Full a’ strife an’ paid. Full a’ leaders who ain’t doin’ shit but lookin’ out fo’ theyself and ignorin’ the people. Leadership by a world of Roy Speedes. But I’m promisin’ y’all right now, that mans is gonna learn it ain’t jus’ police stations that get lit up when you forget to listen to those you wanna think is less than you.”
The camera shot zooms in on the burned out police building again.
“Since we both know you won’t listen, Roy, at Evolution 3, I’ll make sure you can’t help but fuckin’ hear me.”
The scene fades out as the promo ends on a tight shot of the destroyed structure.
::-:: San Antonio Arena, San Antonio, Texas -- June 1, 2020 -- 9:31PM ::-::Immediately following Yaz’s harried escape from the San Antonio Arena, she is frantically driving and attempting to calm herself with deep, slow, intentional breathing. At a red light, she takes one hand off the steering wheel and holds it up flat in front of her face. Her hand is shaking like a leaf on a tree. Yaz closes her eyes and lets out a few deep breaths to calm herself.
Yaz returns her attention to the road and turns right on red to find a parking spot on the street. From the safety of her spot, she grabs her phone and calls Dandy.
“Dandy? Dandy! Did you…”
“It’s done. I left the bottle. I left the note. I’m sure Roy or somebody has called the fuckin’ cops by now. Where Roy livin’? They’ll be there pretty fuckin’ quick. How’d he take it?”
“He was pissed, obviously, but I saw fear in him, Dandy. Real, god’s honest fear in his eyes. In his body. He was petrified of what you’d do.”
“Good. He fuckin’ should be. Everyone in Action Wrestlin’ should be fuckin’ terrified of what I can an’ jus’ might do.”
“Well, if you didn’t have his ear before, you sure as fuck do now.”
“There isn’t anyone on the roster that would play the mind games you do, Dandy.”
“I know. That’s my advantage. Always will be.”
“Roy hasn’t tangled with someone like you...probably ever.”
“Yaz, they ain’t nobody in the whole fuckin’ world like me. I’m the first and the only Dandy DiVito. Roy ain’t never…”
The pair shares a brief silence. Yaz’s nerves maintain their firm hold and her rapid breathing catches Dandy’s ear.
“Yeah. Just a little worked up. Roy chased me out of the fucking building. haha”
“You did good work, gurl. I’m proud of you. At Evolution, we gonna make some big fuckin’ waves and show e’rybody why it’s so fucked up I’m stuck beating Roy’s ass on the fuckin’ undercard while A-Dick is gettin’ clubed like a baby seal by that bad haircut wit’ a pulse at the end of the show. We gotta do the fuckin’ work to get back in that title picture. I can’t fuckin’ stomach A-Dick being the fuckin’ standard bearer in any fuckin’ company I’m a part of. Fuck that shit.”
“Oh, for sure.”
“I’m just so fuckin’ sick of doin’ all the work an’ seein’ other mo’fuckas reap the rewards. You have any fuckin’ idea what that shit’s like?!”
“Oh, of course, you don’t. Lemme tell you… It’s fuckin’ infuriatin’, gurl!”
“I just keep thinkin’ ‘bout what happens after this match, Yaz. How fuckin’ different shit is for me than it is for Roy.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it. If Roy loses to me, he just goes away for another year an’ we’ll see him again for Havoc or maybe jus’ Evolution 4. If I lose? I gotta come back e’ry fuckin’ week an’ fight through losin’ to some fuckin’ part-timer who stopped by for a cuppa coffee again. He loses? Meh. Nothin’ happens. I lose? I’m fuckin’ destroyed. He loses? He’s in exactly the same boat he’s in right now. I lose? How the fuck am I ever gonna show my face in this fuckin’ place again? I might as well just fuckin’ quit. Fuckin’ retire. If I can’t beat this fuckin’ old dog who ain’t got enough in the tank to stick aroun’ fo’ mo’ than a month at a time, who the fuck can I hang wit’?”
“I don’t think that’s fair, Dandy.”
Yaz hears sirens in the distance on Dandy’s end of the call.
“Roy’s going in the Hall of Fame for a reason. If you don’t beat him at Evolution, I don’t think you’re being fair to yourself if you just act like you lost to a nobody.”
“Maybe you right, but I’m still right that a loss for Roy means nothing.”
“I don’t think you’re right about that either honestly.”
The sirens draw closer.
“We fucked with his home tonight, Dandy. After tonight, he can’t ignore you or pretend it’s not personal. When we did what we did tonight and then you beat him at Evolution, he’s not just gonna say ‘aww, shucks’ and fuck off back to his little incestberg of a hometown. We may have just tossed a match in a can of gas here. My guess is that if… no... WHEN you beat Roy Speede at Evolution, that’s the start of the shit show, not the end of it. I mean, unless…”
“Unless? Unless what?”
“Well, I don’t want to plant any ideas that make you go too far, but, uh, Roy can’t make this the start of a longer war if he can’t walk away from the first battle…”
“Hmm… Yaz, Ol’ Roy can, uh… he can still hear good if he spine busted, yeah?”