Post by FN'R on Jul 13, 2018 22:32:31 GMT -6
The Extreme Screen flickers to life just as the sold-out crowd finishes filing into the Wells Fargo center here in Philadelphia, PA. The scene showed on the tron screen is labeled in the corner as “Earlier in the Day”, which is crystal clear considering the high-noon brightness and lack of shadows cast from the overhead sun. A vehicle pulls up outside of the front entryway of the center and the EWC United States Champion Ace King emerges. There’s a loud pop in the audience just at the sight of King. On screen he secures his travel luggage and a freshly cleaned and polished US Championship title belt, placing the latter over his shoulder as he makes his way toward the building.
King is halted for a moment. He turns his head to the side and peers over the rim of his sunglasses at something to his left. King’s lips purse as if he is in thought. He turns back toward the building and begins to walk but then a sigh escapes him and he changes his course. He rolls his luggage over toward whatever he was looking at before; and as the camera pans over we can see that the thing that caught King’s attention is his challenger from Scars & Stripes, Magdalena Lockheart.
The reaction at her first sight from the crowd is mixed but has clearly changed somewhat given her performance from the last pay-per-view. Lockheart, dressed in her street clothes, is walking toward the building on her own with a clear limp in her step. Her rolling luggage smacks against each crack in the bricks until she notices Ace King’s approach.
Ace King: Magdalena.
She stops, and turns towards him.
Ace King: Excuse me. I just saw you over here and I’ve been meaning to say something to you. I wanted to say in person that-
Magdalena Lockheart: That you were right? About me? That I was wrong about you? That your, dedication to being the best United States Champion of all time does trump everything else? Well, in that case, I think you already made that perfectly clear inside the cage like you said that you would. So, I think that I already know.
Ace King: No...
He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder, raising it higher.
Ace King: If you would let me finish, I just wanted to say that you put up one hell of a fight out there. For what it’s worth, you’ve made me, question… some of my own opinions and preconceptions as well.
Magdalena looks up at him for a few moments, questions burning through her mind now. She pulls her sunglasses down slightly.
Magdalena Lockheart: ...thank you.
Ace King: For?
Lockheart turns and limps towards the arena again. Ace King follows.
Magdalena Lockheart: I appreciate that you would… I mean… never mind. Just thank you for thinking about me. I don’t suppose that you would understand.
Ace King: Oh, no problem. So I hear that you’re in a tag team match tonight.
Magdalena Lockheart: Yeah.
Ace King: Are you going to be alright?
Magdalena Lockheart: No offense, but, why do you care?
Ace sighs just as the two Rampage superstars reach the front door. They both stop and face each other for another moment and King appears ready to say something when Lockheart reaches for and pulls open the glass door.
Magdalena Lockheart: You first, Mr. King. I insist. You are our champion.
King reaches above Maggie’s head to grab the door for her.
Ace King: No, Miss Lockheart. I insist. After you.
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event..
Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen! From Atlanta, Georgia... The EWC Undisputed! Heavyweight Champion of the World! The Untouchable... Luke Wolfe! His wife the Evil Spirit Jessica "ANNABELLE" Wolfe... Two thirds of The TRINITY!!!
Friday Night Rampage brings us to the loading docks at the rear of the Wells Fargo Center. Sitting on one the ledge in front of the gates was one of the newest Rampage signees, Davey Lennox. He's got a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other, and an old beat-up boombox playing something - the speakers were too blown out to really tell. Davey doesn't pay much attention to the camera until it gets in close. He perks up for a moment, looking off screen before giving an annoyed grunt. He reaches over and turns down the noise.
Davey Lennox: What? I'm trying to kick it at my first show. It's a ritual, dude.
A voice offscreen chimes in.
Ace Heart: Exactly! We're interested as to why you haven't even stepped foot in the building for much more than to check in with management.
Davey Lennox: Ri-tu-al. Okay? This is where I'm at, every show, unless I got something to take care of.
Ace steps into frame with microphone in hand.
Ace Heart: We're an entire 15 minutes behind because we had to come track you down.
A wry smirk comes over Davey after he gives Ace a mere shrug in response.
Davey Lennox: Listen man, I'm a "do it yourself" kinda guy. I'm my own boss. And this boss decided he wanted to resechedule. Plus, I've seen you on TV before, man.
Ace beams with a smile. He kinda reeks of arrogance.
Ace Heart: That so? No need to be intimidated kid.
Davey Lennox: Intimidated? Listen buddy, you're about as intimidating as Amy Schumer is funny. If you can't read between the fuckin' lines, that's not very good.
The smirk falls from Davey's face as he raises the hand containing his cigarette towards Ace, and points at him.
Davey Lennox: Plus, you're on everyone like a fly on shit. I don't like it. The way you invade personal space is pretty spooky.
Ace goes to speak, but is instead cut off by a wide-eyed stare from Davey.
Davey Lennox: To reiterate, you're a spooky fuckin' guy. That mustache says "Uncle Badtouch" and your uncanny ability to find people that hide from you says a lot about what you do in your spare time.
The stare is broken, only by Davey laughing. He shakes his head, takes a drag off of his cigarette, and takes a sip from the can in his other hand.
Davey Lennox: Jesus Christ, what's with the "daddy hit mommy at the dinner table" look you got? It's a rib! We're having fun here, dude! Look at what we do for a living. You got any questions?
It takes a second to digest but once it does, Ace composes himself.
Ace Heart: I uh, I actually was wondering what brought someone like you - with an extensive history in deathmatches - to the Extreme Wrestling Corporation.
Davey Lennox: That's real easy. It's right there in the name. "Extreme". That's what I do. I hit people with shit and people hit me with shit. I've bled more than my fair share in this business, so I think it's time for that next level. Time to kick things up a notch. Besides, Mac's probably the most punk rock mother fucker in this business whether he knows it or not. He built a fuckin' empire from the ground up with his own two hands. He's done what he's wanted to do and he hasn't let shit stop him. If anyone's gonna take me off the indy circuit exclusively, this is the only place that makes sense. Speaking of which...
Davey directs the camera away from Ace so the shot ends up centered on him. He uses his cigarette in place of his finger to point, and thrusts it towards the lens.
Davey Lennox: Nostalgia! Motherfucker! You got something I want, bud. Whenever your balls drop and ol' Mikey Saint gives us the go-ahead, I'm gonna be taking that belt and putting it...
He stands, putting his lower torso in frame.
Davey Lennox: ... on this waist. Right where this fanny pack is, that's where your X-Division Championship's gonna end up.
In a not so smooth manner, Davey gets himself down and sitting on the ledge.
Davey Lennox: Do me a favor. Keep that belt as long as you can. You, specifically, would be the guy I wanna kick the shit out of to get it. That "Prophet of Pain" shit doesn't fly with me. I've spent a decade doing everything that belt represents. Fuck the Undisputed Championship, the Indy Championship, and the FSW Championship; that X-Division belt is my holy fuckin' grail. Ten years of beating some of the toughest sons of bitches on the planet. No one's ever kept me down, and it sure as shit's not gonna start with you, or anyone else that wants to stand between me and that belt. Consider this The One-Man Punk Rock Death Squad putting this whole division on notice - get in my way, I'm gonna hit you with your kitchen sink and everyone else's sink in your neighborhood, too.
Davey holds a serious gaze for a moment, only to break it with a big smile as he looks towards Ace. The camera follows, putting both men back into frame.
Davey Lennox: That was awesome, right?
Ace Heart: That's hard hitting stuff right there.
Davey drops the smile and opts for a more stern gaze.
Davey Lennox: Good, now get the fuck out of here before I beat you like a housewife.
Ace gasps, and the smile returns to Davey's face. Ace joins with his own uncomfortable laugh.
Davey Lennox: I'm kidding! It's a joke. I wouldn't want your mouth anywhere near my after I give you a black eye with that street sweeper on your face.
Ace Heart: You had me scared there for a second!
Davey Lennox: I'd drag you behind my car instead.
The stern looks returns with a vengeance.
Davey Lennox: Seriously. Get the fuck out of here before I bounce your face off the pavement then hook you up to my ride.
Imagine, if you will, the cartoon "gulp" sound effect coming from Ace. He turns on his heels and quickly exits the shot. Once out of sight, the smile returns to Davey as he chuckles to himself.
Davey Lennox: I knew that fuckin' guy would be too easy.
With that, Davey turns up the boombox and resumes his previous activities as the shot fades to EWC TV Advert.
King is halted for a moment. He turns his head to the side and peers over the rim of his sunglasses at something to his left. King’s lips purse as if he is in thought. He turns back toward the building and begins to walk but then a sigh escapes him and he changes his course. He rolls his luggage over toward whatever he was looking at before; and as the camera pans over we can see that the thing that caught King’s attention is his challenger from Scars & Stripes, Magdalena Lockheart.
The reaction at her first sight from the crowd is mixed but has clearly changed somewhat given her performance from the last pay-per-view. Lockheart, dressed in her street clothes, is walking toward the building on her own with a clear limp in her step. Her rolling luggage smacks against each crack in the bricks until she notices Ace King’s approach.
Ace King: Magdalena.
She stops, and turns towards him.
Ace King: Excuse me. I just saw you over here and I’ve been meaning to say something to you. I wanted to say in person that-
Magdalena Lockheart: That you were right? About me? That I was wrong about you? That your, dedication to being the best United States Champion of all time does trump everything else? Well, in that case, I think you already made that perfectly clear inside the cage like you said that you would. So, I think that I already know.
Ace King: No...
He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder, raising it higher.
Ace King: If you would let me finish, I just wanted to say that you put up one hell of a fight out there. For what it’s worth, you’ve made me, question… some of my own opinions and preconceptions as well.
Magdalena looks up at him for a few moments, questions burning through her mind now. She pulls her sunglasses down slightly.
Magdalena Lockheart: ...thank you.
Ace King: For?
Lockheart turns and limps towards the arena again. Ace King follows.
Magdalena Lockheart: I appreciate that you would… I mean… never mind. Just thank you for thinking about me. I don’t suppose that you would understand.
Ace King: Oh, no problem. So I hear that you’re in a tag team match tonight.
Magdalena Lockheart: Yeah.
Ace King: Are you going to be alright?
Magdalena Lockheart: No offense, but, why do you care?
Ace sighs just as the two Rampage superstars reach the front door. They both stop and face each other for another moment and King appears ready to say something when Lockheart reaches for and pulls open the glass door.
Magdalena Lockheart: You first, Mr. King. I insist. You are our champion.
King reaches above Maggie’s head to grab the door for her.
Ace King: No, Miss Lockheart. I insist. After you.
WARNING: This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event..
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EPISODE 435
JULY 13, 2018
FRIDAY NIGHT RAMPAGE
EPISODE 435
JULY 13, 2018
Live from THE WELLS FARGO CENTER IN PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA!!!
EWC RAMPAGE
July 13, 2018
Live From The Wells Fargo Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!
Commentators: El Chupacabra & Jesse Payne
Announcer: Emmanuelle Chriqui
Head Ref: John Dean
Backstage Help: Ace Heart
"The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson blasts in the arena as the show starts off with video footage detailing historic events that have taken place on Friday Night Rampage. Images of previous Champions are shown, starting with Chupacabra then moving onto Cameron Hayden, Michael Saint, Shadow Man, Level One and James Chambers. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Blade, Ebon, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, Kid Cactus, Kid Cannabis, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray and then explodes into Sedition members Gladiator and then The Rev, before switching to recent time with Lavender and Nostalgia, Maggie Lockheart and United States Ace King, before ending with the EWC Tag Team Champion Rob Garcia and the EWC Undisputed World Champion Luke Wolfe.
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
The camera pans around showing the excited crowd jumping for joy in anticipation for the beginning of the show.
The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans holding up their signs.
"ACE KING"
"BRAWL SUCKS"
"ANNABELLE"
"DUGGAN"
"DARTH BARBIE"
"ACE KING"
"BRAWL SUCKS"
"ANNABELLE"
"DUGGAN"
"DARTH BARBIE"
FNR
FNR
FNR
FNR
FNR
There is a crackle of thunder, and the crowd ERUPTS as the lights start to dim, and we hear the sound of rain, thunder, and flashes of lightning inside the arena. As the sounds and sights of the storm continues to rage a distorted voice begins to speak.
Distorted Voice:
"Behold, he comes with lightning and clouds... FEAR... The sound of Thunder!"
"Behold, he comes with lightning and clouds... FEAR... The sound of Thunder!"
The lightning and clouds on the jumbo-tron burst into a flash of bright light, going completely silent fallowed by...
Again the crowd pops for The Trinity logo, and music. The reaction turns from a buzz to a roar... With a tad of a mixed reaction... When after a few moments a spotlight appears on stage illuminating Luke and Jessica "Annabelle" Wolfe.
Payne: Looks like Annabelle is taking the night off... we might for the first time get to hear Jessica infront of the crowd!
El Chupacabra: I'm gonna be honest... Jessica and Annabelle... the whole Split Personality, it confuses the Hell outa me.
Payne: You're not the only one, I just try to look and see who's face I see.
Chriqui: Ladies and Gentlemen! From Atlanta, Georgia... The EWC Undisputed! Heavyweight Champion of the World! The Untouchable... Luke Wolfe! His wife the Evil Spirit Jessica "ANNABELLE" Wolfe... Two thirds of The TRINITY!!!
Luke slowly makes his way down the ramp holding hands with Jessica, holding his Undisputed Title on his other shoulder. As they walk down the ramp, Fans along the way, begin to chant "THUNDER!!" Luke and Jess top and smile for a moment looking out into the crowd.
Once at the bottom he stops and slaps hands with a few of his fans at Ring Side, even grabbing a sign showing it to the camera, that says "Absolutely UNTOUCHABLE! Prophecy Chapter ONE!" , but Jessica grabs one from the other side of the ramp that says, "Jessica and Annabelle: The Nightmare is REAL!!!" She grabs it, and playfully puts it infront of the one Luke is holding, giving the camera a huge smile! She turns back to the fan laughing handing the sign back to him. Walking down the ramp, Luke leads her up the stairs and into the ring, Luke sits on the middle rope holding it for Jess, and then enters along side her. He throws his arms open wide! As if he is emitting an aura of greatness! Jessica turns looking at the fans as if she is going to shoot Annabelle's red mist, she teases but then laughs and shakes her head no, and waves it off. Luke throws the Undisputed title on his shoulder and walks to ringside grabbing a mic, as The Trinity's theme comes to a close.
Luke looks out into the crowd with a smile on his face twirling the mic in his hand, and just as he brings the mic up to speak the crowd takes over....
"WELCOME BACK!!!"
"WELCOME BACK!!!"
"WELCOME BACK!!!"
Jessica and Luke look at each other and smile, Jessica blows kisses out towards the crowd with both hands. Luke nods along with the chanting...
Luke: Ohh... It's good to be back...
"YYYEEEAAAAHHHH!!!"
Luke: We missed you too. As you can see we are missing one third of our group tonight. Well to make a long story short, since I went to the Cow Palace... Things have become... complicated. First I got kicked out of the building for beating one of BCB's top stars, aaaaaand I guess that pissed off my wife JUUUUST a little because then Annabelle showed up and decided to crash the party in the main event. We aren't the most popular people in FSW right now. So with Uprising's new GM "electing" Trinity's own FSW Champion to participate in an Xtreme rules open challenge. He wasn't able to make the trip here to be with us here tonight.
The crowd boos with disappointment at the absence of Xavier Reid. Luke nods along...
Luke: But hey we have a special treat for you! Look who made it here tonight!
The crowd pops as Luke motions over to Jessica as she waves to the crowd with a big smile on her face.
He smiles walking over and giving her a kiss, handing her the microphone. You can see the nerves on her face as she has never stood infront of a crowd and spoken on a microphone before. As she soaks up the moment the crowd begins to dual chant.
"JES-SI-CA!!!"
"ANN-A-BELLE!!"
"JES-SI-CA!!!"
"ANN-A-BELLE!!!"
She smiles nodding her head, waving her hand as if to give a 50/50 sign to the crowd.
Jessica: ...Thank you...
The live rampage crowd pops for Jessica who has rarely been seen on camera.
Jessica: I just want to say just how happy I am that I could be here tonight... *With a huge smile* ...Annabelle takes care of business in here... and I prefer it that way!
Nodding, and laughing.
Jessica: But I have to admit, there is nothing like standing inside the middle of this ring, it's a HUGE rush! I know Annabelle had her sights on the X-Division Title a while back--
"YYYYEEEAAAHHH!!!"
Jessica: And then she pulled one of her famous disappearing acts.
Payne: It always weirds me out when she talks about herself... to... herself...
El Chupacabra: Don't look at me man, I think that woman is crazy.
Jessica: She's been gone for a long time... But... SHE came back at the Cow Palace, and I have a feeling you're going to be seeing more of her very soon.
There is a buzz in the crowd like they don't know how to respond.
Payne: I think this crowd is just as confused as we are.
Jessica: It's okay, I don't know how it works either... *she says laughing* But I know... down DEEP in my SOUL... in OUR soul that she is coming for that X-Division Title! And she is coming for it very VERY soon!
"YYYEEEAAAHHH!!!"
She walks back over handing Luke the mic, they talk back and forth for a moment, and then Luke takes center stage.
Luke: I told all of you that I was going to take this belt on a world tour across the brands... and while my Monday Night Brawl debut didn't go as well as I hoped, when it came to time to keep this belt here on Rampage, I did whatever I had to do ta do it.
The crowd pops with a mixed reaction. Luke quickly cuts them off.
Luke: Look, I know there are some of you that feel let down by what I did at Scars and Stripes. Give Natalie all the credit in the world, I took that woman to Hell, I busted her face in, I pounded her into dust. Well... I tried anyway. That woman has the worlds hardest head. I hammered that woman time and time again and she KEPT COMING AFTER ME!
Luke is met with a very positive pro reaction for Natalie Young--
Luke: I know! I know! She reversed my Doomsday Drop on more then one occasion, she was able to escape some of my most devastating moves. But when it came down to it...
Slowly putting the microphone down, he stands up and is fiddling with something in his hands, and as if a magic trick a huge ball of fire pops out the palm of his hand!
With a mixed reaction from the crowd, he leans down and pics the mic back up.
Luke: Now some of you might think that was a cheap move on my part. BUT-- I've said it a million times... Where I come from EVERYTHING BURNS! And if Natalie Young had to burn... If she needed to see the fires of HELL up close, to realize that it was time to stay down... Then it was time for her to feel MY pain! One Doomsday Drop later, everyone saw who the REAL Champion was!
The crowd reacts with a VERY mixed reaction.
Luke: I said before that I am no hero... that Natalie... is the hero. And she put on a heroic performance at Scars and Stripes...
The look on Luke's face turns to one of stone.
Luke: ...But... There is no room for heroes in this world. I see the world for what it TRULY is... Not what we would LIKE it to be! What I did... was what I HAD to do! HUGE props to her for pushing me to that point-- I really didn't want to take it that far, but I was put in a position where my back was against the wall. The clock was winding down, and I was NOT going to let that match end in a draw! This title deserves more then that-- You people... Deserve more then that. So I did what Natalie couldn't! I pinned her for a three count before that match ended and PROVED just who the better wrestler truly was!
Another mixed reaction from the crowd.
Luke: Now I have all the respect in the world for you Natalie... But now, I hope you have come to realize just how horrible life can be when you push me too far! I will ALWAYS do the right thing, but the difference between me and you is, you are only willing to go so far... you are too worried about being booed by the fans, you are too worried about what people think about you! I will ALWAYS do whatever it takes to get the job done! You... you have rules, rules that you will always fallow. Because that's who you are, and that makes you a hero... but it doesn't make you a champion.
Luke holds up the Undisputed Title in the air.
Luke: And that's why I am BACK on Friday Night Rampage! Holding this! ...And you're not.
The crowd pops with a very positive reaction for the first time since Luke started talking, as they start chanting--
FNR!!!
FNR!!!
FNR!!!
FNR!!!
Luke: Now this message goes out to the ENTIRE EWC... Get used to that Chant. *Points out into the crowd* Because I have THIS! this is the house that Luke Wolfe built! WE are Friday Night Rampage! And WE are the very BEST in all of pro wrestling!
"YYYEEEAAAHHH!!!"
Luke: Now if any one of you, on ANY brand think you can take it from me... I'm not gonna run... I'm not gonna hide, come give it your best shot! And if I have to butcher each and every one of you in the locker room for all of you to see that I am ABSOLUTELY UNTOUCHABLE INSIDE THIS RING! Then THAT is just what I'm gonna do!!!
Taking a few steps back into the middle of the ring....
Luke: Come and get me...
The Trinity's music hits as Luke and Jessica exchange words leaving the ring as the "FNR" chant starts up again.
Payne: My head is spinning with these two... I don't know whether to jump to my feet and cheer on our champion... or pat Banks on the back for kicking his ass right out of Uprising.
El Chupacabra: Jesse, I have given up trying to figure these two out a long time ago. But one thing is for sure, love them or hate them, they are fucking exciting to watch.
Friday Night Rampage brings us to the loading docks at the rear of the Wells Fargo Center. Sitting on one the ledge in front of the gates was one of the newest Rampage signees, Davey Lennox. He's got a cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other, and an old beat-up boombox playing something - the speakers were too blown out to really tell. Davey doesn't pay much attention to the camera until it gets in close. He perks up for a moment, looking off screen before giving an annoyed grunt. He reaches over and turns down the noise.
Davey Lennox: What? I'm trying to kick it at my first show. It's a ritual, dude.
A voice offscreen chimes in.
Ace Heart: Exactly! We're interested as to why you haven't even stepped foot in the building for much more than to check in with management.
Davey Lennox: Ri-tu-al. Okay? This is where I'm at, every show, unless I got something to take care of.
Ace steps into frame with microphone in hand.
Ace Heart: We're an entire 15 minutes behind because we had to come track you down.
A wry smirk comes over Davey after he gives Ace a mere shrug in response.
Davey Lennox: Listen man, I'm a "do it yourself" kinda guy. I'm my own boss. And this boss decided he wanted to resechedule. Plus, I've seen you on TV before, man.
Ace beams with a smile. He kinda reeks of arrogance.
Ace Heart: That so? No need to be intimidated kid.
Davey Lennox: Intimidated? Listen buddy, you're about as intimidating as Amy Schumer is funny. If you can't read between the fuckin' lines, that's not very good.
The smirk falls from Davey's face as he raises the hand containing his cigarette towards Ace, and points at him.
Davey Lennox: Plus, you're on everyone like a fly on shit. I don't like it. The way you invade personal space is pretty spooky.
Ace goes to speak, but is instead cut off by a wide-eyed stare from Davey.
Davey Lennox: To reiterate, you're a spooky fuckin' guy. That mustache says "Uncle Badtouch" and your uncanny ability to find people that hide from you says a lot about what you do in your spare time.
The stare is broken, only by Davey laughing. He shakes his head, takes a drag off of his cigarette, and takes a sip from the can in his other hand.
Davey Lennox: Jesus Christ, what's with the "daddy hit mommy at the dinner table" look you got? It's a rib! We're having fun here, dude! Look at what we do for a living. You got any questions?
It takes a second to digest but once it does, Ace composes himself.
Ace Heart: I uh, I actually was wondering what brought someone like you - with an extensive history in deathmatches - to the Extreme Wrestling Corporation.
Davey Lennox: That's real easy. It's right there in the name. "Extreme". That's what I do. I hit people with shit and people hit me with shit. I've bled more than my fair share in this business, so I think it's time for that next level. Time to kick things up a notch. Besides, Mac's probably the most punk rock mother fucker in this business whether he knows it or not. He built a fuckin' empire from the ground up with his own two hands. He's done what he's wanted to do and he hasn't let shit stop him. If anyone's gonna take me off the indy circuit exclusively, this is the only place that makes sense. Speaking of which...
Davey directs the camera away from Ace so the shot ends up centered on him. He uses his cigarette in place of his finger to point, and thrusts it towards the lens.
Davey Lennox: Nostalgia! Motherfucker! You got something I want, bud. Whenever your balls drop and ol' Mikey Saint gives us the go-ahead, I'm gonna be taking that belt and putting it...
He stands, putting his lower torso in frame.
Davey Lennox: ... on this waist. Right where this fanny pack is, that's where your X-Division Championship's gonna end up.
In a not so smooth manner, Davey gets himself down and sitting on the ledge.
Davey Lennox: Do me a favor. Keep that belt as long as you can. You, specifically, would be the guy I wanna kick the shit out of to get it. That "Prophet of Pain" shit doesn't fly with me. I've spent a decade doing everything that belt represents. Fuck the Undisputed Championship, the Indy Championship, and the FSW Championship; that X-Division belt is my holy fuckin' grail. Ten years of beating some of the toughest sons of bitches on the planet. No one's ever kept me down, and it sure as shit's not gonna start with you, or anyone else that wants to stand between me and that belt. Consider this The One-Man Punk Rock Death Squad putting this whole division on notice - get in my way, I'm gonna hit you with your kitchen sink and everyone else's sink in your neighborhood, too.
Davey holds a serious gaze for a moment, only to break it with a big smile as he looks towards Ace. The camera follows, putting both men back into frame.
Davey Lennox: That was awesome, right?
Ace Heart: That's hard hitting stuff right there.
Davey drops the smile and opts for a more stern gaze.
Davey Lennox: Good, now get the fuck out of here before I beat you like a housewife.
Ace gasps, and the smile returns to Davey's face. Ace joins with his own uncomfortable laugh.
Davey Lennox: I'm kidding! It's a joke. I wouldn't want your mouth anywhere near my after I give you a black eye with that street sweeper on your face.
Ace Heart: You had me scared there for a second!
Davey Lennox: I'd drag you behind my car instead.
The stern looks returns with a vengeance.
Davey Lennox: Seriously. Get the fuck out of here before I bounce your face off the pavement then hook you up to my ride.
Imagine, if you will, the cartoon "gulp" sound effect coming from Ace. He turns on his heels and quickly exits the shot. Once out of sight, the smile returns to Davey as he chuckles to himself.
Davey Lennox: I knew that fuckin' guy would be too easy.
With that, Davey turns up the boombox and resumes his previous activities as the shot fades to EWC TV Advert.
