Post by davidtroy on Oct 12, 2018 21:50:15 GMT -5
“The games stop tomorrow, Danielson.”
Cold open.
First thing we see is the gleam of the King of Lions World’s Heavyweight Championship. If it could talk, you might hear a “ding!” as the light reflects of it.
Instead you hear the man wearing said belt over his shoulder, who we see as the camera pulls back. David Troy greets us with a stern gaze, no frills on his face. Flanking him on either side are the former sumo wrestler Mushigihara, and David’s main squeeze Saori Kazama. All three are dressed in black, and share the same expression.
“All throughout this tour, you’ve been playing with me; while I’ve simply tried to put on the best performances and win as much as possible, you’ve been trying to convince me that you’re playing 3D chess and I’m over here playing tiddly-winks.”
A deep sigh.
“I HAD hoped that this tour of Maximum Japan would be more leisurely, and just an excuse to travel, revisit the towns were I made my name in a past life, and pocket some sweet, sweet sponsor money, but you just HAD to stick that stupid fucking grin in my business everywhere I go.
“Well, tomorrow I’m gonna set things right by kicking that grin off your face and putting the first of what will CERTAINLY be many notches in my reign as King of Lions. There’s a lot of talk about AJ Knight and Matt Pulver determining the number one contender, but that’s a talk for another time. All that’s on my mind now is YOU, Billy Danielson.”
A dismissive snort from the champion.
“I’ll give you one thing, Billy. You’ve got talent. Talent AND spunk. If you weren’t my first challenger as champion, maybe we’d be partners or something. But as it stands right now? You’re a complete PAIN IN MY ASS, because as annoying as you are, you’re also too good in that ring for me to just swat like a fly. Make no mistake, though; tomorrow night, in that ring, with nobody between you and me but the referee?”
A grin.
“I’m going to dismantle you. And when I come back home carrying THIS…”
David gives the center plate of the KoL World’s Heavyweight Title a loving smack.
“It’ll be business as usual; defending this title against the best fighters this world has to offer, and coming up with new, creative ways to piss off Mandeville Nelson. But, ah, Billy...
“You know, even though I could see the bullshit behind your ‘friendly’ act this whole tour, I think I’m going to take the bait, JUST this once, and give you a token of friendship and good faith.”
He takes a deep breath through his nose before lifting the belt off his shoulder and holding it towards us, in his hands.
“You already know HOW I became World Champion… but I’m going to tell you WHY. Y’see, Billy, this is my first world title in a career spanning over twenty years, and I’m planning to hold onto this thing as long as possible; the least I can do is explain myself.
“I never had the tools people usually associate with world champions. I was never a big guy. I never had the pure grappling ability of a Matt Pulver. Or the fight IQ of a Julian Cutlass, or a James Edwards. Or the aggression of an Alexander Irvine, the attitude of an AJ Knight or a Billy Danielson.”
A fleeting smile.
“But do you know what I _DO_ have?
“I have the stubbornness of David Troy.
“And that stubbornness has also given me the ability to TAKE an ass-whooping, and GIVE it right back. And the ability to hear someone tell me I don’t have what it takes to hold the big strap… and simply push on until I’ve proven that someone WRONG.
“Ask around. Billy. Ask Saori how many times I’ve told her, ‘I swear to God if you throw the GODDAMN TOWEL…”
He snaps his head back in her direction; she nods in confirmation.
“Ask Mushi over here how many times he had me dead to rights, only for me to stand to my feet and demand MORE.”
He snaps over to the big guy, who nods with a slight “osu” in his speech.
“The only tools I have is stubbornness and spite, Billy. And those tools with win over any of your tricks, dirty or otherwise.
“And that’s why this belt is going back to North America… with me.”
A grin.
Cut.
Cold open.
First thing we see is the gleam of the King of Lions World’s Heavyweight Championship. If it could talk, you might hear a “ding!” as the light reflects of it.
Instead you hear the man wearing said belt over his shoulder, who we see as the camera pulls back. David Troy greets us with a stern gaze, no frills on his face. Flanking him on either side are the former sumo wrestler Mushigihara, and David’s main squeeze Saori Kazama. All three are dressed in black, and share the same expression.
“All throughout this tour, you’ve been playing with me; while I’ve simply tried to put on the best performances and win as much as possible, you’ve been trying to convince me that you’re playing 3D chess and I’m over here playing tiddly-winks.”
A deep sigh.
“I HAD hoped that this tour of Maximum Japan would be more leisurely, and just an excuse to travel, revisit the towns were I made my name in a past life, and pocket some sweet, sweet sponsor money, but you just HAD to stick that stupid fucking grin in my business everywhere I go.
“Well, tomorrow I’m gonna set things right by kicking that grin off your face and putting the first of what will CERTAINLY be many notches in my reign as King of Lions. There’s a lot of talk about AJ Knight and Matt Pulver determining the number one contender, but that’s a talk for another time. All that’s on my mind now is YOU, Billy Danielson.”
A dismissive snort from the champion.
“I’ll give you one thing, Billy. You’ve got talent. Talent AND spunk. If you weren’t my first challenger as champion, maybe we’d be partners or something. But as it stands right now? You’re a complete PAIN IN MY ASS, because as annoying as you are, you’re also too good in that ring for me to just swat like a fly. Make no mistake, though; tomorrow night, in that ring, with nobody between you and me but the referee?”
A grin.
“I’m going to dismantle you. And when I come back home carrying THIS…”
David gives the center plate of the KoL World’s Heavyweight Title a loving smack.
“It’ll be business as usual; defending this title against the best fighters this world has to offer, and coming up with new, creative ways to piss off Mandeville Nelson. But, ah, Billy...
“You know, even though I could see the bullshit behind your ‘friendly’ act this whole tour, I think I’m going to take the bait, JUST this once, and give you a token of friendship and good faith.”
He takes a deep breath through his nose before lifting the belt off his shoulder and holding it towards us, in his hands.
“You already know HOW I became World Champion… but I’m going to tell you WHY. Y’see, Billy, this is my first world title in a career spanning over twenty years, and I’m planning to hold onto this thing as long as possible; the least I can do is explain myself.
“I never had the tools people usually associate with world champions. I was never a big guy. I never had the pure grappling ability of a Matt Pulver. Or the fight IQ of a Julian Cutlass, or a James Edwards. Or the aggression of an Alexander Irvine, the attitude of an AJ Knight or a Billy Danielson.”
A fleeting smile.
“But do you know what I _DO_ have?
“I have the stubbornness of David Troy.
“And that stubbornness has also given me the ability to TAKE an ass-whooping, and GIVE it right back. And the ability to hear someone tell me I don’t have what it takes to hold the big strap… and simply push on until I’ve proven that someone WRONG.
“Ask around. Billy. Ask Saori how many times I’ve told her, ‘I swear to God if you throw the GODDAMN TOWEL…”
He snaps his head back in her direction; she nods in confirmation.
“Ask Mushi over here how many times he had me dead to rights, only for me to stand to my feet and demand MORE.”
He snaps over to the big guy, who nods with a slight “osu” in his speech.
“The only tools I have is stubbornness and spite, Billy. And those tools with win over any of your tricks, dirty or otherwise.
“And that’s why this belt is going back to North America… with me.”
A grin.
Cut.